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Old 08-10-2015, 07:50 AM   #20 (permalink)
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Ah, nothing better than a nice warm cup of tea after a long day of dunking his friends under the water, pushing several in and just generally having a SPLASHING time. Sorry bad joke let’s move on. Not one to miss an opportunity to be shirtless all day, Benzi had forgone his change of clothes and just grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around him and his swimsuit which he’d dried thoroughly about an hour earlier. Nothing worse than walking around with a cold, wet swimsuit after all.

Having gone off to make his tea, Benzi found that with the increasing darkness and the multitude of students milling about, he had no idea where any of his friends were. Oh well. He’d find them soon enough. The seventeen year old took his seat close to the large bonfire and sipped his tea as he waited for something interesting to happen when the Headmistress began her speech. Good timing, Truebridge.

… She was leaving? Wow, spiders must have done quite a number on her. Brow high, Benzi looked over to Professor Botros who would be their Headmaster next term. He hadn’t had much interaction with the Headmistress, which was never really a bad thing when you think about it, but he did think she brought a unique… feminine energy to the school that he’d liked. And Suri would have definitely liked her too, though Suri would probably love Botros as well. Three odd months from now and she’d be right here with him, little baby Serena all grown up and going to Hogwarts. How strange. He sent up a silent prayer to the powers that be that she won’t be sorted into Ravenclaw. 1. He really didn’t need her in the common room spying on him and reporting back to their mother, and 2. that bloody kneazle, may it rot in hell.

Sighing, he put down his tea and reached for a s’more. Very content with being alone for now, Benzi’s mind drifted off to aimless thoughts about his last proper summer holidays. He needed to make them count.
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